North Ridge Sacred Mountain.
A group of people trekked through the endless snowy mountains.
"Hurry up, hurry up, you useless lot!"
"Conceal all your demonic energy properly. Stop looking around so furtively! Are you afraid the people of the North Ridge Sacred Ground won't notice us?"
"Keep the noise down. We only managed to sneak in here after a great deal of trouble. If we're discovered, all our efforts will go down the drain!"
The Deputy Demon General quietly warned the group of devils behind him.
This time, he had pulled out all the stops, deliberately joining forces with the devils of the Northern Demon Domain to wash away his humiliation!
"Remember that? This operation must succeed. Failure is not an option!"
"Nothing like those previous incidents can happen again. Otherwise, if the Demon King's Hall finds out, every last one of you will become nourishment for the Abyss!"
The devils behind him nodded repeatedly.
"Hah. The Southern Demon Domain's failures only prove how useless you devils are. We in the Northern Demon Domain have carried out missions for so many years, and we've never failed an important one!"
At the very back of the group, a man in white robes scoffed, his gaze faintly contemptuous.
He carried a silvery-white sword close against his right side, its intricate floral carvings pierced through the metal. Several translucent blue spirit ore gems were set into its tip, making it look incredibly extravagant.
"Never failed an important mission? You've spent over a decade undercover here, and you're still just a steward. When you were told to compete for the position of Holy Lord, didn't you fail too?"
The Deputy Demon General rolled his eyes.
The elder brother had no business criticizing the younger. They were equally hopeless.
"All the spies you planted in